witnessed this thrilling episode, and I never go to that 

 city that I do not meet some one who speaks of it. 



When I started upon my career as a trainer and 

 driver, I was impressed with the idea that integrity, 

 courtesy, and gentlemanly conduct should be carried 

 into the training stable and upon the race track to 

 the same extent that obtains in the court room, the 

 bank and the store; and I have ever endeavored to 

 observe this rule of conduct in the part I have taken 

 in training and driving horses during the past quarter 

 of a century. But while upon one of these Southern 

 campaigns — and I think it was in the fall of 1877 — 

 it was my fortune to come in contact with one who 

 did not seem to entertain the same ideas upon this 

 subject that I did. One of the horses I then had in 

 my stable was a mare called Lizzie the Second. She 

 was a strong, level-headed, good-gaited mare, and 

 speedy enough for anything in her class at these races. 

 At Americus, Ga., I started her in a race in which 

 was a Mr. Bradley driving a horse whose name I do 

 not remember. It was a half-mile track, and my posi- 

 tion in the race was next outside of Mr. Bradley. My 

 mare and the horse Mr, Bradley was driving were the 

 chief contending horses in the race. We raced along 

 close together and when the back stretch was reached 

 on the second half mile, my mare was up to his wheel 

 and, seeing that I was likely to pass him, he pulled his 

 horse toward the outside fence, and so close to it that 

 there was not enough room for me to pass between 

 his sulky and the fence. I requested him to move 

 over and give me room to pass. He paid no attention 

 to this request, but, if anything, pulled his horse still 

 nearer my mare. I called upon him several times to 

 move over, but he still continued to pay no attention 



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